Beating On Purpose

COMING BACK IN NOVEMBER!!!
I slowly took his shirt off as I was seated in between his legs facing him. A small gasp escaped my lips as I stare at his chest and stomach. I lift my hand to touch one of the healed ones but I was stopped by his tight grip on my wrist making me wince a little.
&quot;Don't.&quot; I stare at his green eyes that were filled with hurt and sadness. &quot;I'm sorry.&quot; He said in a whisper, pain clear in his voice. I look down, biting my lip hard as I try and blink the tears away.
&quot;I'm sorry I didn't get help,&quot; he said like he was reading my mind, &quot;because... because I didn't want to seem weaker than I already am.&quot;
He placed his hands on my cheeks making me look at him.
&quot;Especially when I do tell people they criticize me a-and they ask why. Why I've got a disorder that girls get.&quot;